The Right Protector of the Demon Sect is reborn

"Boom-thump-thump-"

Zheng Silu omitted most of the complicated etiquette and announced the start of the banquet with three bells. The sound of the bell reverberated throughout the space, melodious and long. The people below no longer paid attention to the invisible high platform, and began to drink and chat with the classmates around them, saying something to each other, it was so lively.

The spirit wine on the table was fragrant, and after one sip, the sweetness burned my throat. Then he put the freshly picked spiritual fruit on the table. The tentacles were cold and the red flesh was beautiful and transparent. When he took a bite, he couldn't taste the taste for a moment. He could only feel the rich spiritual power sinking into his body, which was cold and hot at the same time.

According to the rules, each waiter has one person in charge. Lou Xinzhou stared at the food on the white jade table blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Why are you dazed! Didn't you see that my wine glass is empty?" A dissatisfied voice from a square-faced disciple brought Lou Xinzhou back to her senses. She took a step forward, picked up the jug on the side and poured wine for the disciple.

"You can't do this well, no wonder you're just an outer disciple."

Lou Xinzhou was already in a bad mood. When she glanced at him, the disciple saw the cold light in her eyes. For some reason, he felt a little palpitated for a moment. He choked and touched his nose. After Lou Xinzhou stepped back again, he raised his glass and drank it with someone beside him. Disciples chatted and strengthened their courage.

"This... this wine is good."

The sleeves with a white background and blue edges fell down a bit due to the movement of raising his hand. Perhaps because he felt uncomfortable, the square-faced disciple used his free hand to hold the sleeves back to their original position.

Lou Xinzhou caught a glimpse of his hand, and there was a small, slender wound on his index finger.

She was slightly surprised. Thinking of what Zhen Jianfeng had seen, she made up her mind and immediately made a decision.

The disciple on the side nodded in agreement. Even though he didn't know the disciple who was talking to him, he still started talking and started talking non-stop.

"The things at this party are the best in the past few years. The ones hosted by Elder Lingxu before were not even a fraction of this. Fortunately, the leader is back. We, the leader, are generous."

"Yes, I feel the same way." The square-faced disciple agreed, "However, it's still not as good as the treasure the master used to extend Elder Qiyuan's life."

When the chatty disciple heard this, he felt something was wrong and smiled awkwardly.

"Junior brother, where are you from?"

"Ah, I'm from Zhenjian Peak." The square-faced disciple replied. Perhaps he felt that those treasures were a pity, and he didn't care which peak the talkative disciple came from. He continued to complain, "You said, if those treasures are used on us Aren't these disciples more valuable? The leader is also confused, and he actually tried his best to extend the life of a twilight person. Elder Qiyuan has obviously lived for so long, and he still wants to waste treasures."

"..."

Lou Xinzhou's face, who was standing behind the square-faced disciple, had darkened. If the disciple had turned around and looked back, he would probably be frightened out of his soul.

The talkative disciple's expression was not good-looking either. He disagreed with the square-faced disciple's words because, unfortunately, he belonged to Luan Qingfeng.

The square-faced disciple didn't know that he had stepped on the thunder accurately, so he kept chattering.

"It's obviously her own fault that she can't break through, so why should she let the sect take the blame?"

"..."

After hearing the disciple's words, Lou Xinzhou raised his hand and drew a small formation, conjuring a fly.

Realizing what Lou Xinzhou wanted to do, Huan Chaos, who had been waiting quietly, spoke up anxiously.

"Lord Lord, stop!"

The technique that Lou Xinzhou wanted to use next was adapted from the Demon Cult. If it was used in this small world where powerful people were standing, the consequences could be imagined.

"I know what I'm doing, don't worry." Lou Xinzhou replied in his mind. At the same time, without stopping, he disemboweled the conjured fly, guided it slightly, and dropped it into the square-faced disciple's wine glass. .

The square-faced disciple was so excited as he talked that he didn't even notice that there was a dead fly in the wine glass. He took a sip of wine and vomited it out in the next second.

The people around him immediately focused their attention on him.

The square-faced disciple saw a foreign object with bloody flesh in the drink he spit out. Looking carefully, it looked like a fly. He couldn't help but cursed, but when he saw everyone around him looking at him, he suddenly became angry and looked at Lou Xinzhou behind him. .

"You poured the wine, didn't you see there was a fly in it?" The shame and anger from above made him forget the cold look in Lou Xinzhou's eyes before, and he yelled.

Lou Xinzhou met his eyes, and a red light flashed in his eyes. The square-faced disciple was startled for a moment, and then returned to normal.

On the high platform, Zheng Silu and the elders of Qi Yuan were chatting happily. They had heard someone say bad things about Qi Yuan before, but they didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so no one said anything.

The spiritual consciousness above the Mahayana stage can cover nearly a thousand miles at the longest. This world is not big. Several senior elders saw the situation on the floating platform at the end clearly. They didn't care at all about the square-faced disciples from Zhenjian Peak, but they were all attracted by Lou Xinzhou attracted attention.

"It looks like a demonic sect technique." Lingxu held a red fox in his arms and fell asleep quietly under his regular caress. His face was calm and smiling, but his eyes were full of him. Soft things in my arms.

"It's a bit similar, but the spiritual power is clean. Maybe it's a coincidence." Elder Duanhu was wearing a lavender dress. He had a beautiful appearance, but his eyes were soft, and he looked like a relative.

"How can there be so many coincidences? I think it should be arrested and interrogated." Elder Donghe disagreed with Duanhu's view. His face was serious, and coupled with his muscles, he looked very... fierce.

Elder Shunqing, who was sitting next to Donghe, heard what he said and gave him a solid fist on the back of the head with a wooden face.

"Don't jump to conclusions."

"The red aura seems to be the person who formed the elixir that day." Zheng Silu looked at Qi Yuan aside.

Qi Yuan softly said "Hmm", her face was as soft as ever, but her eyes were half closed, showing no expression. But people who know her well know that her expression at this moment is slightly different from usual. It is when she is focusing on a certain thing.

"You take it seriously." Zheng Silu complained in a low voice.

On the final stage, Lou Xinzhou looked at the square-faced disciple who had returned to normal and said calmly.

"This is the small world of Juhua. How come any living creature can come in without permission? What did senior brother misunderstand?"

The square-faced disciple was stunned for a moment, then looked at the drink he had spat out on the ground. Strangely, the drink was clear and translucent, and there was no trace of that indescribable thing.

The square-faced disciple couldn't get off the stage, and he heard whispers all around him. He was speechless for a moment and could only snort coldly.

"See how I'll deal with you after you get out."

The talkative disciple on the side stopped talking. He just immersed himself in eating the spiritual food and looked like I was very busy. He was afraid that the square-faced disciple would talk to him again. People who talk too much and don't have their brains are not to be liked, so they should stay away. A little is better.

About a quarter of an hour later, the square-faced disciple suddenly swayed, and finally fell on the table with a "pop!" and fell unconscious. The talkative disciple looked at him and couldn't help but sigh:

"This drinker is too bad."

It's just that the talkative disciple didn't see a few traces of black energy looming out of the square-faced disciple.

The show is about to begin.